Tales of the block and my disdain

Everywhere you go to in Atlanta, every bar, lounge, restaurant, it's filled with white people, and superficial black people. And none of them are friendly. If I were to rate them on a scale of who is the friendliest, I would say the white people sometimes after a few drinks, but the black people are too busy trying to hit on the white girls to even give a shit. And the white men, are too busy trying to look all preppy, (like this is the Hamptons or something), that they don't speak to you until they've had enough drinks in them. And when the superficial black people do speak to you after staring at you for the longest time and wondering why you came to this dig by yourself, you would rather they don't because they really don't have anything constructive to say. If the ratio of black people that date (and marry) white women equalled the same number of white men that date (and marry) black women, I wouldn't be so upset. But it's not. It's like the brothers have flown the coop, and left us black women stranded and left to fend for ourselves, like we had a rash or something so they had to flee really fast. But the crop they left us with is nothing to write home about. White men hardly dig black women. It's like, what gives?

Yesterday was an exceptionally warm day, so I took a walk along Peachtree street, good idea, right? First of all, if you are not jogging, just walking and not necessarily to your car you are stared at as if, your car broke down or something, and of course no one wants to give you the right of way even when the street sign clearly says, "Walk." People only walk in Midtown during the week from their offices to the nearest restaurant for lunch, but during the weekend, it's just you walking and you have to keep reminding yourself, my car didn't break down, I just want to enjoy the sun. Sharp contrast to New York where there was not enough room on the sidewalk for the people walking.

So there I was walking, first restaurant, preppy white boys, sprinkle of black men but they are so enchanted by the white girls that it doesn't even matter. Second restaurant, gay people are eating. Third restaurant, the older businessmen who seem to still be in the closet are having an early dinner with drinks. It was a total bust of a Saturday. I came home and surfed the web. Not a good way to start off the Ides of March.

I will try again today. It's going to be 70 degrees.